"OH GOD, OH GOD!"
"Calm down, Cass, calm down!"
"I can't, I can't, oh God, he's dead. We killed him! He's dead! WE KILLED HIM!"
"No, Cass, it was an accident! Take deep breaths, okay? You have to calm down."
"Look at my hands. Look at them!"

I held my bloody hands up to the light.

"Go wash up" she told me. "Get that blood off of you."

Instead, I sank to the floor, mumbling 'we killed him' over and over under my breath, still staring at my hands. Then I flinched, looking up in shock. "You hit me!"

"Get a hold of yourself," she said sternly. "You can't fall apart on me like this."

"Okay, okay." I took a deep, steadying breath. "I'm good. I'm okay. We can do this. It was an accident."

I was still nodding to myself as I walked down the hall to the bathroom. I washed the blood from my hands and dried them on a towel, which I then shoved into my bag. I met her by the front door and she smiled, taking me by the hand.

"There, that's better, now isn't it?" she asked. I nodded mutely.

My dark goddess pulled me out into the night, and we fled into the shadows.

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"This is CNN reporter Lily Renfield; live from downtown New Mexico, where there is believed to have been yet another in the chain of 'vampire impersonator killings' that have been sweeping our city of late"

My dark goddess was laughing, laughing so hard she was crying.
I was crying too; silent tears of realization and despair. I had truly sold my soul, my dark goddess owned me fully. But now, only now that it was too late, did I know what she was. What she could do. What she did do.
I cried harder.

Fin.